And this man shall be the peace, when the Assyrian shall come into our land: and when he shall tread in our palaces, then shall we raise against him seven shepherds, and eight principal men.

Thou O Holy God, that sits in the mist of Heaven, my soul longs for your love, there in your tear, I see the rainbows of time passing as a great wind, Come O Holy One and kiss the children, that they may know you; Send forth the great, Gathering that the Holy Ones May Come and be One; Greet us O God, as a Father greets His wondering, missing Child;

Of those among mankind I most admire are such who’ve overcome the saddest grief, and men who’ve pulled themselves out of the mire after their lives had crashed upon the reef. A phoenix who has risen from the fire! A broken heart that’s brave beyond belief! These are men to whom my soul would aspire. No matter if of sinners they are chief.

When the heart goes down into the valley,Where the beams of the setting sunHave stretched the shadows long and bleak.....Even in that valley shadowWhen your knees come down to the groundAnd your heart calls out to the Lord....When you bring your hand downAnd feel the grass between your fingertips.....You will suddenly find the Lily of the valley.

Sweet Song of Life, come tap on the window of my heart so that I might swoo in the presence of Your Love. Faith is the key that makes our hearts flow like an angelic river as our spirit comes to cuddle our heads when we pray. This world is dull and dark, but You turn it into beauty and life.

O’ Yahvael, let me kiss the gems that decorate around Your heart as Your Holy Spirit tickles my lips to glow like the moon. Let my spirit dance with Yours as the clouds open up like doors for us to waltz inside. You have made Love into an art that soothes the flowers to come and cuddle Your face.

O' Yahveal, You spring the heart of my spirit to flow like an neverending waterfall. You are the Moon that cuddles the Stars with Your radiant Glory of Warmth. You are the Peace that plays like an orchestra for many ears to hear.

You are the Breath that my spirit yearns for. You are the Paint that paints reflections of Your eyes toward the earth. You are the Sparkle that anoints the flowers to sing. You are the Hands that cup the universe.

You are the Love Notes that rest my Soul to Ah. You are the All in All, the Holy One Above. You are the Peace that blankets the earth, and it feels O' so good. I Love You! Selah!

O' Yahveal, You are the leaves that glisten my heart to blossom as Your humming Love tears sparkle the eyes of children. Your wings cuddle our heads like a velvet ballad of angel prayers. O' Precious One, You are the Shephard, and we are the lambs. You are Bread, and we are the hungry.

Like a message in a bottle, I send my Love notes to You to touch Your heart. Let the children's eyes sparkle with Your Love. Let their thirst be quenched with Your waters of Holy Life. Touch their fingertips with Your radiant oils of Ah-Ah. You have chosen us that we are to be saved, and it can only be done by You, O' Lord. Selah!

When you look at me to day and see my clothes don't fit so well, Please don't just see my coat all frayed and torn. Look beyond my shirt and trousers with their rips and with their stains— For many years this garment I have worn.

Mother went to heaven in a dress that she had made, A hand-sewn garment mama made of plaid. My mother was a seamstress, the best I've ever known; She managed to make do with what she had.

Upon moving into the historically picturesque town of Madison, Indiana, we soon began making acquaintances of some fine Christian folks in the town. Local young people had created an interdenominational youth group which seemed to be both active and sincere. Our own teenagers soon found fellowship with members of this group.

Some who played musical instruments wanted to start up a band and would often meet for practice in our music store after business hours. I can remember three of the band members who wrote their own music which was being used in several of the local churches. Also, several in the band had beautiful singing voices and blended well together.

Yahveal, You are the Loveliest of Love. You shelter us in your expanded wingspan that covers the galaxy. Father, You are the one that can cause miracles to happen with the just the twinkling of Your eyes. You are the drops of Faith that keep me filled. You have never once given up on me. How could I ever give up on You?

Father, forgive me if I have been ignorant. You have been patient with me, and I Thank you. I Trust in You that You will lead me through the open gates of peace where You dwell. I Love you.

Madison, Indiana, is known for its historic down town district. Main Street is located a few blocks up the hill from the Ohio River, the boundary between Indiana and Kentucky. Close to the river are well maintained historic homes with beautiful colonial architecture. Steamboat horns blow announcing the arrival of tourists.

Folks stroll the streets with cameras around their necks, enjoying the unique antiquity of the city. Our store, Madison Music, is located next to Lodge’s Furniture Store, a well maintained long standing business on the corner. Mr. Lodge, a fastidious business man in his 60’s, sells home furnishings. The Lodge’s have been part of Madison society for generations.